Ugh and Other Known Facts

When it comes right down to it, you can't be happy go lucky all the time. Sometimes you've got to put on a brave face, square your shoulders, and pretend like you're in control, even if you happen to be spiraling out of it.

And out of control is a bad place, quite like being mired in quick sand with no thought to escape as you're gradually sinking down. Instead you just wallow there and wait, not bothering to look around for help, no desire to call out.

I always know things are starting to get ugly when I stop walking out to the mailbox. For some reason I'm a firm believer in if you ignore it, it will go away. That is until the bill collectors call.

But even then there's ways to get around them. You can leave your answering machine on all day, hoping that by saying the number only on the outgoing message and not your name, they might believe they've got the wrong number. And you can come home from work and sign onto the internet and leave it on all night until just before you go to bed, thereby alleviating the panic attack you have every time you hear the phone ring.

Avoidance however can only take you so far and sooner rather than later you know it's time to face the music and sing along with the choir. As for me, I'm wishing I had listened to the little voice inside my head that said, "Slow down Stace, you know this is going to land you in hot water." Because as usual, I was right.

And though I'm currently up to my elbows, I'm confident that the wading pool is somewhere close before me. Cause just as good as I am about getting myself in over my head, I have one hell of a mean doggie paddle to get myself out.